Runaway

Chapter 10

The drive to Amber's house was silent. Once in a while she would cough or silently complain to herself about some reckless driver ahead of us. To be honest, I liked the silence, it was...peaceful. After what I've gone through in life, I never thought I would feel peace again. But now, I feel quite relaxed.

We finally pulled in, to an area called Asher Heights. Huge houses ran along the sides of the newly-paved streets. "So, I'm guessing this is where the 'rich people" live?" I asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Well, I wouldn't consider myself a rich brat but yeah I guess, I've lived here my whole life." Amber replied, smiling.

"Nice."

Amber took a sharp left, then a right on a street called "Kone Lane". We drove into a driveway/round-about of a large brown 2-story house. Huge columns supported the entrance, long rock paths ran throughout the small front yard. She turned through the round-about and stopped her car in front of a double door entrance. I sat there in awe. "This is, amazing! What do your parents do for a living to earn...this!" I asked.

"Well, both my parents are doctors," Amber replied. "Let's just get inside, you have some explaining to do." Amber grinned.

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Amber led me into the large kitchen first. It was all white except for the black marble counters. "This is literally my dream home." I stared at all the little kitchen appliances that sat in a row on a shelf. "Who does all the work if your parents aren't home?" I questioned.

"Well I do most of it, but our maid comes by once a week to clean up the place." Amber answered back almost immediately. "I wanna show you the living room!" She took my hand in hers and pulled me towards the living room.

We walked through a hallway with two doors then into a large room with cream colored sofa's. "Now this is life," I smiled, and plopped myself down onto the couch.

"Press that button right there," Amber said pointing at a small remote. I grabbed the remote and pressed the top button. All of the sudden a portion of the wall where a picture frame was opened up, and a large flat screen tv came out.

"That is really cool!" I stared at the tv, then turned it on, as I switched through the channels, I heard a name that was way to familiar. "Austin Dericks admits that he does indeed has something to do with the murder of Miranda Turner. This leaves us wondering why Alexa Turner has run away if she did not have anything to do with the murdering of her mother Miranda," the lady on the news speaks, while she shuffles through papers. I turn to Amber and see her mouth is shaped in an "o" and her face is a paler shade then usual.

"Listen Amber, I swear I don't have anything to do with the murder of my... mom," I say as my eyes begin to water, "I.. I was kidnapped by Austin, my ex-boyfriend, then he took my mothers life and I got lost, then I found Max and... I know it's a lot to explain and it's really overwhelming, but I'm scared, Austin's looking for me and I don't know what to do." I said as a couple tears slipped down my cheeks.

Amber stared at me, blinking every two seconds. She scooted her body over to me and embraced me in an unexpected warm hug. "I'm going to help you," she said, over my shoulder, "the police aren't looking for you but Austin is, you have to be careful, ok?"

"Ok." I replied simply.

"Let's go, I'll show you my room." Amber let me go. I followed behind her to the stairs, wiping the tears off of my face. "You can take your shoes of here." Amber pointed down to the floor. I took of my low converse that were once white but know had dirt all over them. I sighed and followed her up the carpeted stairs into her room.

"Sit here," she smiled patting her bed that had a pink fuzzy blanket over the top. I shuffled over to her bed and sat on the end. "Don't worry about Austin and his...people, they'll never suspect that your here." Amber said, attempting to comfort me.

"I know, I was running away with Max, but I got mad at him then I went another way and he went another. I don't know if he's looking for me or not but I don't have the time to find him right now." I spoke to Amber, sadly.

"I understand. You just need to loosen up and relax. I have the perfect thing for you!" Amber smirked.

"What?" I giggled.

"Your coming to Dylan's party with me tonight!" She said flinging her hands up in the air. A large smile spread across her face showing her perfectly white teeth.

"Amber, I don't kn..." I began, but before I could say anything else, I was pulled up by Amber, and dragged into a fairly big sized closet that had clothes hanging on the sides.

"Pick anything you want, we have one hour to get ready, the party is at 9!" Amber said, checking her phone, for the time. Amber chose and red tight cropped top, with the American flag on the front, she chose a black skater skirt and high heels that had black straps going from side to side, revealing a little skin. I ended up choosing a teal colored crop top that had a bow in the back, high waisted shorts and black heels that had one strap by the ankle and a covered toe. I loved Amber's clothes, I'm really surprised we had the same size, I guess we have the same body.

"Thank you so much for letting me borrow some clothes, I can't believe that we're the same size!" I said happily.

"No problem... Bestie!" Amber replied, "oh my god, we have 40 minutes to do hair and makeup!" Amber said loudly, throwing her phone on the bed, and attempting to sprint to her bathroom in heels, which failed. She was hobbling towards the side as she tried to run. I started laughing really hard because she looked like a lost chicken.

"What's so funny?" She asked, beginning to laugh along with me.

"You look so funny trying to sprint in heels!" I replied through giggles, while gripping my stomach.

"Ok, ok, we gotta get ready girl frand," Amber said sarcastically, while looking at me and placing a hand on her hip.

"Ok I'm coming," I said standing up, and walking into the bathroom. Amber was starting to heat her curler. "What are you doing with your hair?" I asked, curiously.

"I think I'm gonna curl my hair, then take two strands from each side in the front and pin them back." She said.

"Mmm, nice. Can I borrow your curler?" I questioned Amber as she checked the heating on her curler.

"Yeah, no problem!" Amber replied, while starting to brush out her wavy blonde hair.

"I love your hair, I wish my hair was naturally wavy all the time." I said, while watching Amber. She smiled.

"Really, thanks! I love your hair. It's the perfect tone of brown and it's not super wavy like mine." Amber said, looking down at her hair. "What are you gonna do with your hair?" She asked.

"I'm going to put my hair in a high bun, then put a bow on the top front of it. Then I think I'm going to curl the short front layers." I said, smiling at myself, for just thinking of my plan.

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As we finished doing our makeup and getting some jewelry on, there was knock on the door.

"Who's that?" I asked quickly.

"I think it's my brother, Shawn, stay here." Amber said as she stepped out of the bathroom to get the door. I heard her footsteps fade and then a door opened. I walked as quietly as I could in my heels, to the bathroom door so I could hear what they were saying.

"Who are you with? I can here you talking to someone." I heard a masculine voice say, I'm guessing it's Amber's brother.

"Uh... I'm with a friend." Amber said confidently.

"Which friend?" Her brother asked back, determined to get answers.

"It's not your business Shawn." Amber spoke back.

"If you don't tell me I'll go see myself." Shawn said. Oh no, this was going to end bad.

"Please just go away Shawn." Amber talked back to her brother. I could hear some shuffling. "Shawn get out now, this isn't your room, and I didn't give you permission to come in!" Amber yelled. I could hear their footsteps get closer, then all of the sudden the door to the bathroom opened wide. Great.